St. Nick's Holiday Poem by Richard Murray

When ole St. Nick has made his rounds on a busy Christmas Eve,
He hurries home to find his wife has packed their bags to leave.
Where, you ask, will St. Nick go? We've ne're heard this before.
They catch a flight heading south to Scotland's bonnie shore.
St. Nick finds his tartan kilt, his wife her tartan blouse.
They make their way o'er crag and
glen and reach their Scottish house.

They decorate the house and tree to look a Christmas dream,
And all of it with Scottish flair in family tartan theme.
Tartan tree, tartan gifts,
And tartan easy chair.
This is St. Nick's holiday without a worldly care.